Old events from childhood, recounted by someone his own age but with the tone of an elder, made Yan Xu's face flush, despite his usually thick skin.
However, Bai Lu wasn't speaking idly. The young version of himself she mentioned was indeed the little boy who enjoyed his mother's love while always yearning to grow strong and protect Mommy—a true reflection of his past self.
He coughed softly to hide his shock and the embarrassment of being seen through, "You have a really good memory..."
Bai Lu teased him with a smile, "Your memory is pretty good too... So, I sometimes doubt whether I might have offended you in the past!"
To this day, Yan Xu still couldn't recall any memories of his childhood with Bai Lu.
But upon hearing her self-deprecating remark, he dismissed the idea without a second thought.
"How could that be! If you really had offended me, someone as vengeful as I am would remember you until death."